"Second Brother hasn't sent any news for several months."
Lin Jinyun's heart ached with worry, "I wonder how he's doing now and where he's stationed."
"Ah, isn't that the truth."
Lin Qingluo's eyes were gloomy, "I've written no less than twenty letters to Second Brother, but I haven't received a single reply."
"Maybe they were delayed on the way."
Lin Jinyun forced a smile, saying something even she didn't believe.
When letters couldn't reach their loved ones, it could only mean that the war was pressing.
In the frontlines of conflict, letters couldn't be delivered, so there was no way to reply either.
"Hopefully, Second Brother is safe and sound, and misfortune turns into good fortune."
Lin Qingluo tactfully smiled and deliberately changed the heavy topic.
**
The Lin brothers returned just in time for dinner, as the dishes were set on the table.